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Chapter one hundred and six
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The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and six
Sophie's POV ** The Velvet Box** The scream tore from my throat before I even registered moving. I'd gone to check the morning milk delivery, a mundane ritual Mrs. Higgins indulged from our old life—when I saw it. A velvet jewelry box, the exact shade of Alexander's favorite blanket, resting on the worn castle steps like a poisonous offering. Morning mist clung to its surface, condensing into droplets that rolled down the sides like tears. My hands shook violently as I lifted the lid. The hinges groaned, a sound that would haunt me for eternity, revealing a nest of black roses so fresh their petals wept dark moisture. Nestled among the thorns lay a tiny fingernail, still pink at the quick, the edges ragged from anxious chewing. Alexander's bitten nails. The ones I'd kissed every night before bed, whispering that brave boys didn't need to worry. Behind me, Lila's sketchbook slapped against the courtyard stones. I turned to see my daughter frozen in place, her usually vibran
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and five
Sophie's POV **The mountains** The tires crunched over the gravel drive with a sound like breaking bones. I pressed my forehead against the chilled window of the Range Rover, watching my breath fog the glass in uneven bursts. Three weeks. Twenty-one endless days since I'd last seen John's smile. Since I'd watched the light leave his eyes as he lay bleeding out on the pavement outside Lila's school, his body shielding hers from the second volley of gunfire. In the backseat, twelve-year-old Lila sat unnaturally still, her normally vibrant green eyes dull as tarnished coins. She clutched Alexander's stuffed rabbi, the one with the missing ear he'd loved so fiercely. The plush toy still bore faint rust-colored stains no amount of washing could remove. Damien's profile in the driver's seat might have been carved from Highland granite. The fresh scar running from his temple to jawline pulled taut as he clenched his teeth, his soldier's instincts cataloging every shadow in th
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and four
Sophie’s POV ** The Art Show** Lila’s art show was supposed to be safe. That was the promise I’d whispered against her temple this morning as I braided her hair, copper strands slipping through my fingers like liquid fire. The same promise Damien had sealed with a kiss to her forehead before handing her the tiny gold locket with a panic button hidden inside. “Just in case,” he’d murmured. But there were no cases today. Not at the Whitmore Gallery, with its twelve armed guards (discreet), its bomb-sniffing dogs (adorable but lethal), and its state-of-the-art security system (designed by Damien himself). Not for our daughter’s first solo exhibition. Not when the walls were lined with her paintings, vibrant explosions of color that told stories of dragons and brave knights and little girls who weren’t afraid of the dark anymore. I adjusted the emerald silk of my dress and forced a smile as Mrs. Whitmore gushed about Lila’s “extraordinary talent” and “vision we
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and three
Sophie’s POV ** The Gala** The Grand Ballroom of the Montclair Hotel shimmered like a gilded cage. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the vaulted ceiling, scattering fractured light across the sea of designer gowns and tailored tuxedos. The air smelled of expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint metallic tang of hidden weapons. Damien had insisted on three extra security sweeps before we’d even left our home. I adjusted the emerald pendant at my throat, Damien’s birthday gift last year, chosen to match my eyes, he’d said and scanned the room. Lila was across the ballroom, surrounded by a flock of girls her age, her copper curls pinned up in an elegant twist that made her look far older than twelve. She wore the sapphire dress we’d picked out together, the one that brought out the blue in her eyes. She was laughing at something, her head thrown back, utterly unaware of the two plainclothes guards circling like sharks just beyond her periphery. Alexander, tha
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and two
Sophie's POV **Dawn** The scream of my phone tore through the fragile peace of morning like a gunshot. I jolted upright in bed, heart hammering against my ribs, fingers scrambling for the device on my nightstand. The screen glared 5:47 AM in harsh white numbers. Beside me, Damien was already awake, had he ever slept? - his body coiled tight as a spring beneath the sheets, his knife glinting in the weak light where it lay beneath his pillow. "John," I answered, my voice rough with sleep and something darker. "Mrs. Blackstone." John's usually steady baritone wavered. "You need to come to the east wing. Now. It's... it's Lila's mural." The blood in my veins turned to ice. Damien was moving before I'd even hung up, his bare feet hitting the floor with the quiet precision of a predator. I watched his back muscles ripple as he pulled on a black t-shirt, the scars there - old, silvery reminders of childhood punishments - standing out starkly in the dim light. "
The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress Chapter one hundred and one
Sophie’s POV ** The Envelope** The morning smelled like rain. I stood at the kitchen window of Dunhaven Hall, watching the first drops patter against the glass, blurring the emerald expanse of the valley beyond. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon, Lila’s failed attempt at birthday pancakes, lingered in the air. Behind me, Damien’s low voice murmured to Alexander, our four-year-old, who was insisting that no, dragons could exist if scientists just looked harder. Then the mail arrived. John carried it in on a silver tray, his usual stoicism edged with something sharper. His knuckles were white around the handle. "Mr. Blackstone," he said, voice clipped. Damien glanced up, mid-sentence, his fingers still curled around Alexander’s tiny wrist where he’d been playfully measuring his pulse. The moment he saw the envelope, his entire body went still. Too still.I knew that stillness. It wasn’t calm. It was the quiet before the storm, the breath before the
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